Luyện nghe bài hát A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch

In lonely gas stations mini-marts
You'll find of them for sale
Liquor-filled statues of Presley
his head off and drink like a vampire

His disciples flock to such a fitting
Sprawled across from his mansion
A shopping filled with prayer rugs and Elvis dolls

And I wonder, I wonder
Will ever Elvis the place of Jesus in a thousand years?
wars, barbaric laws
Bloodshed worldwide over, what's left of his

A growing boy his lunch
A growing boy needs his

When pesticides get banned safe up north
We just sell them to other countries
Soon there's lots of exotic babies
that's not our fault

Just dip 'em in glaze, 'em orange and green
For the Arizona stands
To sell alongside burros and bird baths

And I wonder, I wonder
Why so insects around us feed off the dead
The squads, starvation
Foreign aid, leave it to the magic of the marketplace

A growing boy needs his
A growing boy his lunch

Everyone should just each other
Dip your toe into the
Drop your guns and lawsuits and love other
Life beyond the bunker

And while busy hugging in the streets
your hatred for all to feel
Jiminy Cricket's a game to play
Stick your neck out and trust, be chopped away

Jimmy through locked front doors
Rifle through your drawers
my pockets, deface your dreams
'Til the cows home to me, to me, all for me

Nibbling an earwig winding through your brain
Bound like Lawrence Harvey to a bed
The migraine gets worse when we find out we lay
And no one in all of Borneo can hear you scream,

A boy needs his lunch
A boy needs his lunch
A growing boy his lunch

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